grayson!
WHO: Grayson, Ophelia + Anastasiya Wilkes
WHAT: AWWWWWKWARD!
WHEN: Midday
WHERE: Wilkes Manor

This all seemed like a very terrible idea.

Her husband was not right. He was simply not well, and that was added on top of all of the not wellness that she had known he possessed since the moment she had first become suspicious that he might have been leading an alter life as one of the Dark Lord's men.

Not that she thought that the Death Eaters were unwell--they had their opinions and beliefs on things, and fought for them; that's how her parents had always taught her to view it--but Grayson... he had always had an intense, mysterious air about him that indicated there was something not quite right brewing under the surface. The way his family spoke of him, as well, indicated something was off about the youngest Wilkes man... So, yes, in a hypothetical sense, she was aware that she was standing in the living room of a man who was going mad on top of already being his own brand of mad.

Ioan was right, probably. She was absolutely bloody crazy, loving a man like this.

She was probably even crazier for bringing her one-and-a-half year old daughter back under the same roof as this man, when she had just a few months ago removed she and her brother from the very same manor for fear of what might befall them if they stayed much longer. Not that she suspected Grayson would harm his daughter--not on purpose. But Ophelia had long ago given up trying to predict just what he would do next, and it was too stressful to worry 24/7 that the next thing would be something they would all regret.

But she was not cruel. She knew he cared for Anastasiya, and she knew that he had not seen the baby girl in nearly three months now. It could not be wildly unsafe, Ophelia thought, to allow him to see his daughter for a short time while she was standing by... and she had business to discuss with him anyway. She had obviously not forgotten her proposition regarding the adoption of Dmitry, and she felt anxious inside to see if it would go over. If she filed for divorce--if; despite urging from her friends and family, it would be a lie to say that she did not hold an ounce of hope, built of love and worry, that he would become better--then she wanted to be certain she had parental rights to her step-son. If his situation continued to be unstable as it had been, she would not hesitate to sue to revoke his rights to be alone with his children. She was too scared of the what-ifs that could become of them with any other verdict.

It was going to be a very tiring day.

Hoisting Anya up higher on her hip, Ophelia left the living room and ventured into the familiar foyer. The place really had not changed at all since she had left--and it was calm. Eerily calm and empty.

Taking a deep breath, she called out to her husband, thinking in that moment that she wished she had notified him that they would be coming first. Then again, Dmitry had gone to a friend's for the day and she had only just decided to make the trip. "Grayson?"

[ooc; Lmao do ... NOT feel obliged to write a tag that long. I used this as a space to give her a sort of personal exploration of what we'd talked about has been going on, to put everything up to date. Also I just kept writing. So. You know.]